N the n*gga Mickey start cryin talkin bout he aint wanna die NOT LIKE THIS ayo NOT LIKE THIS nahmeans. But word that n*gga soft as f**k yo. n*gga had on a apron nahmeans. These n*ggas was about to start cookin some steaks n s**t. I aint understand that n*gga.

Ayo this the Wallabee Champ Tone Stizzy! Ayo these n*ggas brought the s**t back to Afrika Bambaataa namsayin! This some electronic music for robotic zulu n*ggas in the jungle to throw spears to nahmeans. Word yo the god envisioned that s**t. n*ggas thats robots huntin wild mongooses wit spears n s**t namsayin. This the kinda s**t n*ggas wrestle gorillas to namsayin. Word. This some Tron s**t. But yo the god got folklores bout that n*gga Kanye tho. Nahmean that my n*gga n all but yo straight up that n*gga out his mind son. Word. Ayo that n*gga came thru to jump on a remix wit the god nahmeans. The little n*gga Ne-yo was in the studio when the n*gga Ye show up. Bein that the n*gga Ne-Yo done the hook nahmeans. The n*gga Ne-Yo drunk than a muthaf**ka son nahmean. But yo the n*gga Kanye show up n the n*gga got a butt a.ss nekkid chinese b**ch on a leash n s**t. b**ch was about 4 feet tall. The n*gga was wearin a silver tuxedo wit no shirt underneath. Just a bow tie n a silver tuxedo nahmeans. The n*gga on his jack namsyain. N the n*gga screamin on a broad on the phone yo. Word yo I aint even know what the n*gga sayin to the broad but the n*gga just screamin on the b**ch namsayin talkin bout word Imma k!ll you b**ch you betta hide ya dogs n this that n the third. The n*gga hang up n yo the n*gga Ne-Yo was feelin some kinda way bout the situation n the n*gga say somethin bout yo that aint right son. Yo you gotta respect them broads etc etc nahmeans. Meanwhile the n*gga Ye start takin off his belt all quiet like nahmean n dont even say a word to nobody n straight up the n*gga Ye knocks that n*gga Ne-Yo across his scalp wit the buckle namsayin. So the n*gga Ne-Yo grabs a empty bottle of Ciroc n the n*gga breaks the s**t on the table talkin bout Imma stab this n*gga Ye. Meanwhile my n*ggas got out they little phones n s**t tryna capture the s**t on video nahmeans. But yo the god aint wanna see no n*ggas gettin k!lled up in the spot so a n*gga try n intervene. Thats my word. But yo then the n*gga Ye b**ch…the nekkid chinese broad on the leash starts whylin nahmean. Word yo the b**ch growlin n s**t. Out of nowhere the b**ch jumps up on the ceiling nahmeans. Thats my word n the b**ch crawlin around on the ceiling n walls growlin n s**t. n*ggas is runnin out the studio n that n*gga Ne-Yo like a sittin duck nahmeans. N the broad jump down n start chewin on the n*gga neck. Meanwhile the n*gga Ne-Yo screamin like Mariah Carey n s**t while the b**ch chew the n*gga neck. Word yo that was some f**ked up s**t. Then the n*gga Ye clap his hands talkin bout Pang heel! He like Pang return! N the b**ch come up to the n*gga leg n s**t n the n*gga gave the b**ch a kibble n s**t. Then the n*gga go in the booth n spit his verse in one take n the n*gga bounced. Meanwhile the n*gga Ne-Yo layin all unconscious in his own p!ss losin blood n s**t. Turns out the n*gga lost 2 liters of blood or some s**t. Word yo that was some wild s**t son! Them two n*ggas dont really mention that s**t too much in interviews but the god remembers the s**t clear as f**k. Word.
Aight peace.

These s**ts are hilarious, especially when you read them in Ghost voice.....

at first i was like i cant read this s**t but then i took your advice and read it with his voice in my head(no homo) and im over hear DYIN.....lol@"this that s**t that make girtl like "oh i get it, yall wanna f**k each other nah mean let me get out of the way,,,"

Ayo this the Wallabee Champ Tone Stizzy! Ayo these n*ggas brought the s**t back to Afrika Bambaataa namsayin! This some electronic music for robotic zulu n*ggas in the jungle to throw spears to nahmeans. Word yo the god envisioned that s**t. n*ggas thats robots huntin wild mongooses wit spears n s**t namsayin. This the kinda s**t n*ggas wrestle gorillas to namsayin. Word. This some Tron s**t. But yo the god got folklores bout that n*gga Kanye tho. Nahmean that my n*gga n all but yo straight up that n*gga out his mind son. Word. Ayo that n*gga came thru to jump on a remix wit the god nahmeans. The little n*gga Ne-yo was in the studio when the n*gga Ye show up. Bein that the n*gga Ne-Yo done the hook nahmeans. The n*gga Ne-Yo drunk than a muthaf**ka son nahmean. But yo the n*gga Kanye show up n the n*gga got a butt a.ss nekkid chinese b**ch on a leash n s**t. b**ch was about 4 feet tall. The n*gga was wearin a silver tuxedo wit no shirt underneath. Just a bow tie n a silver tuxedo nahmeans. The n*gga on his jack namsyain. N the n*gga screamin on a broad on the phone yo. Word yo I aint even know what the n*gga sayin to the broad but the n*gga just screamin on the b**ch namsayin talkin bout word Imma k!ll you b**ch you betta hide ya dogs n this that n the third. The n*gga hang up n yo the n*gga Ne-Yo was feelin some kinda way bout the situation n the n*gga say somethin bout yo that aint right son. Yo you gotta respect them broads etc etc nahmeans. Meanwhile the n*gga Ye start takin off his belt all quiet like nahmean n dont even say a word to nobody n straight up the n*gga Ye knocks that n*gga Ne-Yo across his scalp wit the buckle namsayin. So the n*gga Ne-Yo grabs a empty bottle of Ciroc n the n*gga breaks the s**t on the table talkin bout Imma stab this n*gga Ye. Meanwhile my n*ggas got out they little phones n s**t tryna capture the s**t on video nahmeans. But yo the god aint wanna see no n*ggas gettin k!lled up in the spot so a n*gga try n intervene. Thats my word. But yo then the n*gga Ye b**ch…the nekkid chinese broad on the leash starts whylin nahmean. Word yo the b**ch growlin n s**t. Out of nowhere the b**ch jumps up on the ceiling nahmeans. Thats my word n the b**ch crawlin around on the ceiling n walls growlin n s**t. n*ggas is runnin out the studio n that n*gga Ne-Yo like a sittin duck nahmeans. N the broad jump down n start chewin on the n*gga neck. Meanwhile the n*gga Ne-Yo screamin like Mariah Carey n s**t while the b**ch chew the n*gga neck. Word yo that was some f**ked up s**t. Then the n*gga Ye clap his hands talkin bout Pang heel! He like Pang return! N the b**ch come up to the n*gga leg n s**t n the n*gga gave the b**ch a kibble n s**t. Then the n*gga go in the booth n spit his verse in one take n the n*gga bounced. Meanwhile the n*gga Ne-Yo layin all unconscious in his own p!ss losin blood n s**t. Turns out the n*gga lost 2 liters of blood or some s**t. Word yo that was some wild s**t son! Them two n*ggas dont really mention that s**t too much in interviews but the god remembers the s**t clear as f**k. Word.
Aight peace.